Chapter: Chapter 2: New Century (Epilogue)
Claudia rolled her eyes in annoyance.
She had thought that (Player Name) (M) was just making excuses for his robbery.
“We’re posing as merchants right now, so we can travel with them, and then it’ll be much easier to do whatever we want,” she said.
The traveling mage put on a cunning expression, like a little fox, with two pearly white fangs peeking out from her lips, tickling (Player Name) (M)’s heart.
It had been over a month!
Did she know what kind of month he had?
It had been a long time since he had sown his seeds.
“Hey!”
Claudia waved her hand in front of (Player Name) (M)’s eyes.
“Are you listening to me?”
(Player Name) (M) snapped back to attention. It really wasn’t a suitable time for demon-slaying in front of everyone. Once they returned to Winter City, he would find a quiet place and show Claudia what a virtuous monk was!
“Ahem,” (Player Name) (M) cleared his throat, forcibly suppressing the primal urge within him.
Claudia’s suggestion was theoretically feasible.
However, it had too many oversight issues.
But since she was his wife, he definitely couldn’t criticize her; he had to guide her well.
“Your idea is very good,” he said, stroking his chin. Just as Claudia’s face lit up with pride, his tone shifted, and he said tactfully, “But it’s not suitable for today’s operation, as we cannot expose ourselves carelessly.”
“Why?”
“It’s simple,” (Player Name) said, shrugging. “If this merchant caravan came from Black River Territory, they would definitely have some influence there. Compared to them, our merchant caravan would appear out of nowhere, making it hard not to arouse suspicion.”
(Player Name) (M)’s voice was low, and he subconsciously made a gesture of pushing up his glasses.
“So, we just need to follow them from a distance. I’ll have you and the Star Magus take turns casting Stealth Art… I want to see who these people are.”
Whirlwind Dunes City.
Pet was on the verge of collapse.
At this moment, he was in a prison cell, facing a human Magus whose magic had been sealed. The Magus had already been beaten black and blue.
“Where is the Sea God’s Tear?”
He fiercely gripped the iron bars of the cell. The hard metal was as weak as noodles before him, twisting into strange shapes with a gnashing sound.
“I, I don’t know…”
The Magus hung his head, blood spitting from his mouth. He was on his last breath.
“Damn it! You won’t talk even if you die?”
Pet grabbed his great axe, his blood-red lion eyes like a bloody hell.
He just wanted to hack the Magus before him into mince meat to vent his hatred, not caring if such an action would incur the wrath of the Saint Lodia Empire.
“Enough!” the young mage yelled.
A Wall of Flames blocked Pet’s path, also stopping the great axe that was about to swing.
“Do you want to die too?”
Pet twisted his head, his killing intent fixed on the mage. His gaze moved over the mage’s chest, neck, and head, his mind already conjuring various bloody and terrifying scenes.
The young Southern mage was not intimidated by Pet’s appearance. He met the Orc warlord’s gaze, unyielding, and said:
“At first, I offered to provide truth serum, but you insisted on using your own method, and you didn’t get any information. Then you said you wanted to use my truth serum, and you even experimented with its effectiveness beforehand, but still got no information. Since you couldn’t get any information, it means my people are innocent!”
His gaze grew colder, and he questioned:
“What… are you planning to force confessions now?”
Lion-beastman Pet was nothing like Bart.
He belonged to the Orc Emperor’s Legion of Honor and had been fighting wars for years, developing a short temper on the blood-and-guts battlefield. Thus, facing the mage’s questioning, he simply raised his great axe high.
He didn’t want to say another word.
He planned to send this mage, who had repeatedly contradicted him, straight to Satan.
“Pet, are you crazy!”
A great hammer blocked the descending axe.
The two heavy weapons collided with a roar.
The eardrums ached, and the surrounding mages clutched their heads in pain.
Even Bart and Pet frowned.
The shockwave shattered the surrounding iron bars. Fortunately, it was still some distance from the beaten Magus.
But even if he didn’t die from being impaled by the bars, he was not far from death.
“Truth serum never lies!”
Bart said in a deep voice. He pushed with all his might, finally disengaging the immense force from the axe.
Although he appeared very relaxed on the surface.
Only Bart knew how surprised he was.
The two men were of similar strength, but the moment he felt that immense force.
Bart understood.
Even two of him might not be a match for Pet.
He steadied himself, placed his hand on Pet’s shoulder, and pretended to be effortlessly casual as he said:
“Pet, I know you’re very angry right now, but please calm down. Even if you kill all the mages here, you won’t find the Sea God’s Tear. You know this better than I do.”
Bart’s words were like a needle pricking a balloon, and the lion-beastman instantly deflated.
“Could someone really plant something in someone else’s Space Ring out of thin air? What an unbelievable ability…”
Pet slumped against the wall and sat down.
At this moment, his worldview was shattered, and he was questioning his existence.
Without the Sea God’s Tear, his status and his tribe would suffer an unprecedented blow.
As for those two goblin brothers, they were as good as dead. They had nothing to begin with; they were neither born nor would they be taken away in death. It was ultimately him, the Orc who took the mission, who was unlucky.
“I will prove it for you,” Bart said, his gaze darting, licking his lips. “Before His Majesty, no matter how absurd the truth is, I will prove that what you said is true!”
He knew that the thief hadn’t put anything into the Magus’s Space Ring, but had, in an imperceptible way, framed these impulsive Southern mages in front of them.
Of course, Bart intended to take this matter to his grave; not even his son would know.
This way, he would extricate himself from the entire affair.
All the blame would be borne by the lion-beastman Pet alone.
He could even play the part of a good beastman in front of Pet, making Pet owe him a favor.
What was the use of being strong?
Bart sneered inwardly.
Times had changed; powerful orcs needed not only strength but also brains!
“I will also prove it for you.”
This voice came unexpectedly from the young mage.
Even Pet, who was in low spirits, couldn’t help but widen his eyes.
“Don’t look at me like that. Although, I know I’m charming~” The mage brushed back a strand of messy hair, a wicked smile curling on his lips.
“One thing at a time,” he said, playing with a small flame in his fingers, indifferently. “You beat my people half to death, and compensation will be calculated separately. Before that, I’d also like to know which arrogant person dared to frame a Magus of my Saint Lodia Empire.”
